Fall In Love With A Writer

Fall in love with a writer because he understands Oxford commas, ellipses, periods, and exclamation points. He understands how unbearable silence can be, as well as the value of pauses, of endings, and of feelings. He grasps the thought that there are ways question marks need not to be answered by an exclamation point. He knows how an ellipsis can explain a thousand unspoken ideas your mind can hardly fathom.

Fall in love with a writer because he can lull you with his oeuvre, and whisper when you rest the words that lift you up as if you’re the only person he has loved. He knows that you don’t deserve a free-verse poem but a villanelle.

He knows that you are not a haiku, but a sonnet. He strives not to consume himself with highfalutin words to describe you, but chooses the most divine ones to satisfy his need to make it up to you. He understands the harmony of words and how it translates into a masterpiece he will always perfect and strive to perfect.

Fall in love with a writer, for he will write you in the most vivid way possible, as you are his Alice in his own Wonderland, his Desdemona in his own theatre act, his Helen in his own personal battle.

Fall in love with a writer because you will materialize inside him, no matter how hard it is for you to be loved in return. As you both take a step apart, the step you can’t take back, the writer who fell for you will always recount the periods, commas, question marks, and exclamation points. You will always be the fuel that enables him more than his seventh cup of coffee. You will be the reason why the pen bleeds at midnight, when all he can hear is reverberating madness and lament. You will always be those scratch papers scattered all over the floor, which he hardly noticed as he wanted to get better each day. He, however, has not yet realized the single most important magnum opus in his entire life — you.